As for my life these past months, it has been eventful. I got a job, my mother got arrested twice and went to rehab, I had to repeat a year of school… the list goes on. As for now, I’ll just talk about moving schools.

Did you ever read a book where someone starts out some place, leaves to a far off land that’s much worse than the place he was before and retains the hope that the starting place will be much better and a nice place to return to, and then returns to the starting place only to find the place has been overrun with the same amount of idiots as the other place? That’s how I feel. I’m not saying I’m unhappy about moving, I’m very glad it happened… but the school sort of devovled. Degenerated? Dejiggered? Whatever the word is, that’s what happened.

At least it’s retained the loving teachers I had. Sadly, this whole “soda” dilima is making me angry. It’s the worst idea in the world: removing soda from high schools will make kids less fat. Really? Is that the state’s answer to obesity? Banning soda? Don’t make me laugh. That’s like saying if they stopped making twinkies, no one in the world would be fat. Fat chance. People will be fat no matter what they eat or drink, giving them a fattening choice for a drink might actually help in the long run. Think about it: removing a fattening choice makes someone buy it when it is a choice, by leaving it there, it will help people learn to keep away from those urges. In that sense, they can eventually stay healthy rather than get healthy and then gain back all the weigt due to never learning how to decide what’s best.

I’m just ranting of course, I want my freaking soda. I’m fat and happy with it, there’s no chance that I’ll lose as much weigt as some athelete, but I’m fine with that.

Oh well. As for my new catch phrase, I’ll take a page from Watchmen…

“We’re all puppets, I’m just a puppet who can see the strings.”

Well, it doesn’t matter, it probably would suck anyways. I think everyone needs to see my shoe box full of crap stories that I’ll never finish.  Heh, I guess everyone has one of those, though. Wow… I should try to get some motivation. You know what’s odd? That story that I made… the one I posted here? You know, the one I never finished? Yeah, it’ll probably stay unfinished forever. Sad thing is I had a great ending lined up for it. And no… the ending isn’t: “And then I woke up,” anyone who ends a story like that needs to die. Unless it’s Cormac McCarthy and he’s trying to be funny. Yeah, you know what book I’m talking about right? *cough* No Country for Old Men *cough*

You know that story that I said I made in math class that I’d post on Edublogs at some point? Yeah, that’s not going to happen any time soon. You know why? Because I lack the motivation to put it on here. I’d say someone else could put it up here… but my handwriting is atrocious. If you can read my writing, you get a gold star. I want a gold star. Someone sent me a gold star!

Wow… this post is ending up like every other post I’ve ever made… with me trailing off into some random thoughts and never finishing my main point… actually that was my main point. Go me! Goodbye.

“I hear it’s amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!”

I swear, I need some medication or something, because I lack the ability to enjoy myself. It annoys me. Seriously. I’m thinking of trying some really cool bumming idea, it’ll be over the internet on my YouTube account, and what I’ll do is make a video called: Gimme Money! It’s a great idea! It won’t work most likely, but it’s better than not being able to find a job. I’ll be truthful with it too, not saying something like: “I need money because I’m poor,” no, I’ll say something more to the effect of: “I want a PS3 and have no money.”

Bad idea? I thought so. Then again, I don’t care what you think, you’re no where near as cool as me. Wait I take that back, someone cool might be reading. How about: I only care about what you think if you’re cooler than me. Satisfied? Good.

I just realized something hilarious: this is my 69th post! Why is that funny? Well, I’m not gonna tell you, figure it out yourself. This post is droney… I tend to get droney. At least it’s better than being bored, because for some reason I cannot sleep.

You know what I’ve been using as a computer chair for the past week? A milk grate… Yeah, my butt has rhombuses on it… rhombuses? Rhombi? Rhomboose? I dunno, my back feels horrid… I may need seven chiropractors. Wow! That’s a powerful word on the Scrabble board… so is Transvestite. That’s a funny word, isn’t it? Almost as cool as Discombobulated! Or Persnickety! Those words are funny, I laugh when I say them. Laugh I say! Do it.

Eh, I got a sore in my mouth… and I just realized I’m sounding like an old man, complaining about every blasted thing and going off on random tangents I don’t even remember my topic now… Lemme scroll up and read for a sec.

Oh yeah, depression sucks. My main pass-time is laying on my bed, which has made me fat. I can’t do anything in school and my mother is angry at my laziness. Laziness and boredom, two things that should never had been made… if I ever meet whichever creator is out there, I’m going to ask him/her/it what he/she/it was thinking when he/she/it gave us these actions. Actually I’d have a lot of questions for the creator. No, I’m not pointing out a certain one because I don’t feel safe revealing my religion/anti-religion over the internet.

The internet is a scary place. No, I take that back, the internet is awesome. Without the internet, you wouldn’t be reading this piece of crap blog of mine. Well, in that case, I’m thankful; you’re probably not. Now I have a bored. I think it’s time to end this. Till next time.

“I hear it’s amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!”

Now that I think about it, I’m not sure what to do with all the room… Lemme think… One rooms I could put awesomeness in and the other room I could put more awesomeness in! I think I win the vagueness contest(was there a vagueness contest to begin with?)

Again, the only bad thing is that when I move there, I’m not going to know anyone and I am not the best person at making friends… so I guess I’ll have to live on the internet for a year. Wait… I do that now. Hmm… Thinking about it, nothing much will change.

I had the greatest idea ever! I should become a cat! If I become a cat, I can sit here and type mean things about people on the internet all day and no one would blame me because I would be a cute little kitty cat! That would be awesome! I think I found my life’s goal: becoming a cat and terrorizing people over the internet. The hardest part, I think, would be learning to type with paws.. becoming a cat should be easy compared to that! Wow, this is gratuitous overuse of the “!” key! Amazing! I think I should stop now! Oh, well at least it’s better than this? How annoying would it be if I just did this? All the time? And you’d have to read it how you would say it? I’d sound like a Valley Girl? That would annoy me? I think I should stop? This is annoying? I guess I should end this blog now? I’m doing that now?

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours?”
Dang, I did it again?

Right out back is the coal river, I could go swimming in it! The house is huge and there are 5 bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms! I think I’ll have a good time there(though I’ll only live there a year, maybe more if I to State). I’m still thinking about how to take this… but right now, I’m fine with it.

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”

So, Today’s assignment was to create a playlist of 20 or more songs that help to define who we are. This is my playlist, you may not agree with every song on it, but believe me, I love them and they have a reason for being here.

The first song is Tank! by Yoko Kanno and the Seatbelts, this song is on the list because it is not only the theme song to one of the greatest animes know to man, it is also a great jazz song. I’m not really a huge fan of jazz, but this song makes me very happy.

The second song is I’d Do Anything for Love by Meatloaf. I don’t really know exactly what he means when he says: “but I won’t do that,” but I think the lyrics are good and the music is great. It’s a longer song, so more emotions can be put into it… feeling of love, hate, joy, sadness… all into one great package!

The third song is Message in a Bottle by the Police. The music to the song is just fantastic and I love the lyrics… the guitar part is fantastic and the singing is amazing, enough said.

The fourth song is 2112 by Rush. I cannot say enough words to do justice to this song, the story is amazing and the music is fantastic, this song gave me a new outlook on life and made me love Rush more and more.

The fifth song is Nobody Home by Pink Floyd. I would have loved to have added the whole Pink Floyd The Wall CD to the playlist, but I limited myself to one song per artist. This song’s lyrics and the way it’s sung makes me shudder.

The sixth song is Achilles Last Stand by Led Zeppelin. It was the first Led Zeppelin song I’ve ever heard and has been my favourite ever since.

The seventh is Mutter by Rammstein. I love this song, it’s so beautiful and the guitar chord is great, I can’t think of the words to describe it, every time I hear it I have a feeling of solitude and I fall into complete silence.

The eighth is Space Oddity by David Bowie. First off, I love David Bowie, he is one the best singers ever and he’s not too bad an actor either.

The ninth song is American Pie by Don McLean. The song is by all means a classic, the lyrics tell such a beautiful story and the chorus is so fun to sing along to.

The tenth song is Hotel California by The Eagles. I like this song because it reminds me of my father and his addiction. It makes me think of how he left nd never came back and it always makes me a little bit more hopeful that he’ll come to see me again some day.

The eleventh song is Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. The song gets me pumped and and can turn a bad day into a good one. And that’s all I have to say about that.

The twelfth song is 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago. All I have to say is that Chicago is just amazing. This song is the only song I can wake up to in the morning and my day not be ruined… it’s sort of a ritual, when waking up in the morning, listen to 25 or 6 to 4. The song gets the days going and makes me feel good.

The thirteenth song is Gimme Shelter by the Rolling Stones. This song is one of my favourite anti-violence songs, it speaks to everyone’s heart and makes them want to drop their weapons and make peace.

The fourteenth song is In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins. This song haunts me, the drum beat and Phil Collins voice… chills…

The fifteenth song is Ballroom Blitz by Sweet. If I ever get into a bar fight this song had better be playing, this song would be perfect for it!

The sixteenth song is Jailbreak by Thin Lizzy. I don;t really know why I like this song so much, but I really like the guitar’s sound and the vocals.

The seventeenth song is Touch Me by The Doors. I love this song, I love The Doors, and I love to sing this song. This song is awesome. Words over.

The eighteenth song is Helter Skelter by the Beatles. When I first heard this song, I had no clue that it was The Beatles, I thought it was some heavy rock group that the radio liked to play… I was wrong. I really enjoy listening to it though.

The nineteenth song is the Metal Gear Solid 3 Main Theme by Harry Gregson-Williams. Metal Gear Solid is the most most amazing game ever and the music for it is great. The fact is, Harry Gregson-Williams has done many great movie scores, from Shrek to The Chronicles of Narnia.

The twentieth is Devils Never Cry from Devil May Cry 3. I love this song’s composition, it starts off creepy, gets all metal-y, then gets into a fuge. Musical genius for a video game I tell you!

First off, I am not that bad of a person, but I do find some things stupid, so if I insult you or your beliefs, I don’t care. Well, we had a speaker come to school today to tell us about the Columbine shootings that occurred on April 20th, 1999, that day before my 8th birthday. I actually didn’t know what had happened at the time, my mom was telling me that my Aunt Cindy(who lived in Colorado) was really scared and everything(though my cousin’s didn’t go to Columbine) . I really didn’t pay much attention though, because it was close to my birthday and like every seven-year-old, all I cared about was what I was getting. We still lived in Barboursville at the time.

Anyways, the speaker cam in and told us about a person named Rachel Scott, who was one of the victims of the shooting, and about her beliefs and ideals. She was a very idealistic person who believed in love and compassion and everything good in the world. She kept a journal, she was nice to people, and she wanted to change the world. Well, first off, not to be mean, the only reason we know about her beliefs is because of the fact that she died, and the only reason we’re listening to them is because the shootings happened. I don’t like that things are like that, but i’s true, before we prevent something from happening, it has to already happen.

They wanted us to make three promises:

1. Eliminate Prejudice, be good to people for who they are.
2. Dare to Dream, set clear goals and write them down.
3. Choose Good Influences, don’t surround yourself with violence.
4. Use Kind Words, one good deed can make a huge impact.
5. Stat a Chain Reaction, do good deeds, keep a journal, and be a good person, you never know who it could influence.

These are good things to be involved in, but not everyone can do it. I’m sorry it’s just human nature, though I think it is a good thing for them to try and influence as many people as they can. The thing about keeping the journal, I could never do, unless you can consider this blog a journal. I did enjoy the presentation, it was sad that this happened, and I hope that nothing like this will ever occur again, though in all likelihood, it will. I did like the whole thing they did at the end with the picture and the whole “prophesy” thing, it was enjoyable how things like that happen.

All-in-all, I found the assembly to be a life changing experience, and I think people should follow these promises as closely as they should follow the Ten Commandments or any other set of religious code.

My next topic is on the most influential people in my life… this one is kind of hard because I have a really bad memory.

1. My father; he is only an influence because he has taught me how not to act, he did(may still do) drugs, doesn’t pay child support, and left me and my mom to live in poverty when I was about two.
2. Bob Butterfield; he was my mom’s fiancee for about six years, and the closest thing I’ve had to a loving father. Though he could be a little strict, he always looked out for me and had my best interests in mind.
3. My maternal grandfather; He is one of the most intelligent people in our family(actually our whole family is smart, they just suffer from the same problem I suffer from: laziness) and also he’s one of only three people in my immediate family to have a college degree(second was my cousin Jared, third was my mom).
4. My cousin Justin; Me and him were best friends from the time I was four till the time I was thirteen, then he moved. Though he was six years older than me, he would always ask me to come over and we would play. He also protected me many times.
5. Mr. Lilly(for lack of a final person to think of, plus he is a pretty cool guy); He’s one of the best teachers I’ve had, and he’s one of the only teachers I can talk to about basically anything. He talks about the way he acted in high school, and it kind of reminds me of me… strangely enough he’s a teacher… and that’s one of the professions I was thinking of going into. Creepy.

Until later– “There’s no turning back now that you opened up to your mind.”(Hahaha, Mr. Lilly!)

Okay, so a couple of years ago I used to mow people lawns for money, that was before I was tremendously fat like I am now(being fat is awesome), and I was asked to mow this guy’s lawn down the street. Now, this guy was scary, I mean really scary, I think he was a Vietnam war veteran or something, because he would sit in his house with some military hat on, and one time when I was going around getting pledge money for band, he opened his door and I saw a bunch of guns, I don’t mean just handguns, no, I’m talking hardcore automatics and stuff like that… I was scared.

Sure it was under lock and key, but it was in a glass case… glass is not going to stop someone from getting a gun… or at least it won’t seriously hinder them. Anyways… this guy was by all means a man to be afraid of, so my mom tells me that I was going to mow his lawn at 3:00 the next day and that he’d pay me a lot of money, somewhere around $50, which was an amazing amount of money for me to earn at the time.  So, the next day I went over to his house.

I had the mower started up and ready to go and started to mow. Well, about halfway through mowing, I notice this big hole in the ground… that hole was a bee hole. There were bees buzzing and flying about this hole. I don’t like bees, I’m allergic… so I decided I’d get some gasoline and burn those little suckers out of the ground. Well, I succeeded in burnging them out…  there were flaming bees aimed at me doing a  kamikaze attack… well, I got away from them in time not to get stung or burned, but that’s when I noticed something.

It seemed that this man’s yard was on fire, not a little ash, no, a big ‘ol fire, all over the place. I find his hose and start to spray, but I notice it’s just spreading the fire. My mind sort of keeled over… Why in Ted’s name was water spreading the fire!? Well, I figured it out, it seemed he has some fertilizer or weed-killer stuff on his hose… I took it off and slowly put out the fire. Well, let’s just say his lawn wasn’t in the best of shape when the fire went out…

 Thankfully he wasn’t home at the time, but when he did get home… he wasn’t the happiest person I’ve ever met. He was quite the opposite. I was scared, this guy had automatic weapons and was most likely in the military at some point or still is… he could have me killed for no reason if he wanted to… Well, I guess he went easy on me, all I had to do was re-plant his grass, and do a lot of yard work. That wasn’t a very good summer, but I still love to tell that story.

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”

When I was in fourth grade, my mom told me we had to move away(I had started to get bad grades and my teacher was an absolute witch, plus my mom had a new boyfriend who lived in Charleston and had gotten and better job[I forget which job it was, but she later went back to college]). I remember the last day I had at school was both my best and worst day there.

It was the best in the sense that I was a completely obnoxious. I did nothing the teacher told me to do and I got revenge for the all the things people had done to me in the course of that year. It was also good because I knew that whatever happened, I would survive that day unhurt and innocent. My mom picked me up and had all my things in this trunk of mine. The story behind this trunk is kind of funny because when I was four, I found it in my bedroom and thought it was a coffin. I figured my mom had given it to me to tell me that our family was a family of vampires and that I was now old enough to join them. Well, I was wrong and my mom and step-dad laughed at this for the longest time.

It was the worst day because I had to say goodbye to all of my(at the time) friends and move to Charleston. I was not a fan of Charleston when I got there, I had no friends and didn’t really make any(at Dunbar anyways). I despised that school, and I would have preferred to have that witch of a teacher instead of being at a school full of idiots and the culturally inept. That year, I became very introverted and became more isolated from the world… I really didn’t care if I had friends anymore. I still that way today, except to a lesser extent.

Then, I went to John Adams, which had just at the time became a Middle School, during my sixth grade year, I was… odd… I didn’t fit in and tried my best not to. Halfway through that year, I became more normal and started to get some friends, whom I still consider friends today. My seventh and eigth grade years were pretty normal and boring. My high school years I will save for when I have finished high school.

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”

I suppose right now I’m listening to Meatloaf’s I’d Do Anything for Love(But I Won’t do That) and typing this… very basic… oh well. I’m very sleepy, even though it’s only 8:30(exactly 8:30)… this kinda stinks because the earlier I go to sleep, the more tired I am when I get up in the morning. This song is awesome, I may listen to it again. Come to think of it, if I just blogged like this it would be easy… very boring though… You know… I’ve been using “…” a lot in this post.

Just so you know, everytime I type “…” that means I’m thinking about what I’m going to write next, it’s a little quirk of mine. Oh! I just watched Tron, it was AMAZING, I cannot believe they made that in 1982, the special effect must have cost a fortune and it seems they’re making a new one in 2010, I hope it’s as good.

I took the writing assessment today, and since it’s graded by a computer all I needed to do was spell everything correctly and use correct grammar and whatnot. I made my story about how Ted(God) sends several plagues upon humanity because they grade everything with computers, then Ted’s Brother(Jeff, the God of Biscuits) invites Old Gregg to send some plagues as well. It was a great story, and I hope I get to read it again… if I get all 6’s on that test I will die of laughter. After that, of course, I would show it to some administrators and have them try to get it graded by humans again.

You know, it would really suck if all my blogs are like this… I’m glad I haven’t gotten into this habit, I mean this is seriously easy, but has no comedic or intellectual value. I plan on watching Tron again to pick up on the subtle details I missed the first time(also the fact that it’s a great movie) and I also need to watch some other movie… movies are quite enjoyable. I think I should end this before it starts to get more repetitive. Se ya later.

I think I need a quote from Tron to end this… here it is:
“On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.”